New Year’s Eve Recant

by admin on February 10, 2011

This is a retraction for my earlier posts for New Year’s Eve. In hindsight, I have much to be thankful for from the following year. 2010 was a year of many good things, bad things, and things I still haven’t managed to wrap my head around. I came from a place of extreme loneliness and depression and managed to pull a complete turn around of my life. I met some people along the way who have helped to keep me focused on life and all that it has to offer. For this, I am eternally grateful.

First and foremost, I would like to thank God for all the amazing blessings He showered me with last year. If not for Him and Him guiding my way through some very trying times, I would not be here now. This is a fact, not an opinion. How can I look back on an entire year of miracles and not see His hand in everything that occurred? I’d be a fool to deny His handiwork.

Secondly, my girlfriends and best mates: my laptop and netbook. I have been through hell and back with you two and you still keep coming back for more. I still don’t understand the attraction, but I love that you both still want to stay with me. Through moving, bad weather, neglect (yes, I actually don’t touch either one for days!), being thrown and tossed around like sandbags in and out of bags and carrying cases, and my lack of properly knowing how to use either one of them, they have been the most constant and reliable things in my life. Until I get a desktop.

To every counselor, preacher, or caseworker who had tried to help me out and felt that I was a lost call during my rehab stint. I was listening the entire time. I just process things differently and seem not to be absorbing your teachings or words. Rest assured, your words didn’t fall on deaf ears and those very words I keep with me and practice in everything that I do. Keep up the good work. There are more than likely other special Gregory’s out there who will need your guidance in the not too distant future. Good luck with that one.

To my apartment. I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was love at first sight. I was there for 3 minutes with my broker and all that came out of my mouth was “where do I sign?” From a stolen air mattress from Target (an incident that may require a totally new blog to explain fully), to those HOT Summer days with the air inside topping out at a blistering 100 degrees plus, to a fully furnished, beyond functional abode, complete with free internet (again, to be explained at a future date) and most importantly, peace of mind. Trish, my landlord, thank you.

To DCMP. If you don’t know what that means, you’re not the only person. Thank you for reminding me how much I detest corporate restaurants and management. If not for the slave labor I endured, sweating my ass off and lugging tables and chairs around on my back like the slave I was, and the constant threat of losing my job if I farted in the air and the powers that be got a whiff, I would never know what true bliss was like after being fired by you clowns. Good luck in the coming months as the weather gets warm and the business picks up again from the graveyard you are currently running now. You got your nigger’s worth of work out of me, and then some.

To the residents on President Street in Brooklyn, New York. Haters never win. You lose, motherfuckers! Look at me now. Like those clothes? Like this site? What’s that? You still haven’t gotten out of there yet? Sucks to be you. That sound you hear? That’s the sound of my lips puckering up telling you to kiss my ass!

Mrs. Warhol. Just like your predecessor, you too are a rare bird. I will miss our conversations and your quirky humor. Maybe one day you’ll decide what you want from people and actually make a commitment to them without so many stipulations involved. I only wish you the best, as you are truly a unique individual. Remember one thing though: time waits for no man. This saying also refers to women. Hurry up and get some life while you still have some left.

My Bronze Goddess. After a too long away from me hiatus, it is good to see you back in my life as if no time has passed between us. I would write more, but the words would only be words. Sometimes some things go without saying…

Daniel Dickey, my ‘web master.’ Thank you, thank you, thank you for breathing life into what I believed in. I know its like teaching a monkey to drive but I appreciate your time in effort. Hopefully, I can repay the favor one day. Maybe I should just start by paying you for your work first.

Lastly, to New York City. Where else can a mixed up, black man who listens to The Cure come and set up shop and live out his dreams? Sure, there’s Vegas but one challenge at a time please!

Lets see what 2011 will bring. I already have a new job (finally!), my rent/bills are caught up and paid, and a new outlook for the future has been instilled within me. I see a gym with multiple visits in a week, a new publisher for some of my upcoming work, a vacation (a cruise. Please let it be a cruise!), and some financial stability. I’ll work on the personable aspect of myself and actually may achieve a friend or two before the year is out.